A song to the master of abrasion!
The Master Manager! Students of Race.
You are forever reminded of Sibiu.
Now we wake up drinking coffee at the same time two roofs.
And we conclude doubts for the supply of two-tiered coffees and various yogurt.
Eventually happiness broke. Now even two wakes up less than the Russian outcry.
Thanks to the Minister.
Ischo begged: you would not be able to unleash teachers in the Russian language, but they are not so breathing over us that there is no urine.
They are forced to write as we do. And reading other books.
The saddle of the mentices to save us from these whirls.

Teachers of Russian schools. With low charity and charity.

P.S I ask you to keep us in touch with Russia.